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A little pink flower is laid down
Its pedals kissing the stone above
It's her grave, the woman he loved
The only woman he could ever love

If but death could be bargained with
He would trade a million souls for hers alone
How he holds her pillow to his chest every night
And watches their wedding video every day she's gone

And every year that passes him by
He leaves a little pink flower at her grave
And holds their precious daughter close
As they remember the woman who was their life
Written 25 February 2016
My dear big sis! How I love you so much!
Your words always bring warmth to my heart
Your care always brings a smile to my face
Even in my tears, you hold me up
Even with my fears, you show me the light at the end of the tunnel

You're always here when I need you, and I'm so blessed you're in my life
I know you're hurting right now, but you aren't alone
We all love you so so much, and we'll never let you stay down
No matter what your sorrows, you'll never walk them alone.

Plus, it can always be worse. You could always end up being a ****** thermometer tester... (yes, that's a real job) :)
Written 26 February 2016... still love you my big sis... hope you're okay wherever you are.
For someone who craves darkness
For someone who lives in shadows
I sure am terrified of the dark...
Written 26 February 2016
Somehow I've stopped writing to be me
I tried to be a better writer and I lost myself
Tried to drown out all the pain and love
Tried to replace it with form and correctness
I got a bit out of whack with my muse
No longer will that happen, I promise
Guess this is all I got right now. Glad to be back.
Written 26 February 2016... I think I was wrong
You don't see the light
until you're plunged
into the darkness.

You don't feel the calm
until you're in
the tempest.

You don't feel whole
until you're
breaking.
Written 26 February 2016
I am so blessed by each of you that if I could.
I would put a sun  on each poem that each of you wrote.
If I could, I would send each of you a Christmas card.
If I could, I would invite each of you to a party.
But I am not wealthy , but with each word that I write.
I use them to let each of you to know how I feel.
About each and every one of you being in my life here.
That I am and been blessed by each of you thank you.
That I love each of you all in Christ, our awesome God.
Me sitting in a chair with my usual poor posture
-we'll call this rest.

Behind me, a beautiful white ****** canvas
-we'll call this potential.

A shotgun loaded with paintbrushes
-we'll call this the medium.

Barrel in my mouth, the trigger clicks, then
  BOOM   
-we'll call this expression.

Look past my limp soulless body to the now finished canvas. What do you think?
-we'll call this interpretation.

The reds are deep and the blues are true; little chunks of grey matter
-we'll call this promise.

However, it all dries black in the end    
-we'll call this accurate.  

Me still alive in my chair staring at the wall. Pen in my mouth. Ink in my teeth
-we'll call this gnashing insignificance.
I want to die often but tend to end up living instead.
So strong and true
Why oh why do I doubt you
I know I should believe God is protecting me
When I feel this doubt throughout the day
I have learned to close my eyes and pray
I have finally come to heart, this always brings
Such inner peace,
angels sing, I am Yours
Lord, You are my Protector
Stress released
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For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone. Psalm 91:11-12
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